Frederico Grey Volkov
The knock came at the worst — or perhaps best — possible moment.
“Liliana…? Are you in there?”
Alex’s voice echoed down the hallway, laced with concern that sounded almost genuine.
Liliana froze against me, her eyes wide with panic, her soaked p***y still clenching rhythmically around my three thick fingers. I didn’t stop. If anything, I curled them deeper, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with slow, deliberate precision while my thumb continued its lazy, torturous circles over her swollen c**t.
“Shhh,” I whispered darkly against her ear, lips brushing the shell as I pumped my fingers in and out of her with long, filthy strokes. “Don’t make a sound, Princess. Let him worry.”
She whimpered, burying her face into my shoulder to muffle the noise. Her teeth
